Namie's keys jingled as she pressing the fitting one into the deadbolt, pushing the door open and slipping into the office suite.
As always, she first glanced at the tea maker.
It was not on, which meant that her boss had not bothered to grace her with his presence quite yet.
She sighed, then laid the latest set of file folders on his desk.
"It smells strange in here." She murmured to herself, then pulled a bottle of air freshener from her purse and set to spraying it around the room. In the process of which she kicked some article of clothing with her stiletto. Bending down, she picked up a . . .
...Pair of small, black men's boxer's.
"Oh, gross!" She shrieked, and promptly chucked them as far away from her persona as she good. Now frazzles, she pulled out her book and made to sit down on the couch, still spritzing the air with the air freshener as tranced about. It was at this point that she was alerted to the presence of other people in the room by a sneeze from behind her.
She turned around, to find that the couch as already 'occupied'.
"Gahh! Since when did it become socially appropriate to treat the office like a damn brothel for queers?" She cursed, mostly because she was frustrated that she did not have a place to sit down and read. After all, she had fetched the blonde for the information broker's 'play'.
She rolled her eyes and pulled the blankets a little higher up over their sleeping figures, then secretly smiled to herself.
Oh, she had done well.
He owed her a shitload.
So she just picked his wallet up of the coffee table and slipped it into her purse.
She put her hands on her hips and mentally patted herself on the back for her job well done.
She was just about ready to head out when a vibrating phone on the coffee table caught her attention.
Twelve new text messages, and all were from a sender listed as 'Celty.'
[Shizuo?]
[Hello?]
[Shizuo?]
[Are you there?]
[I'm checking your house!]
[You weren't there!]
[Where are you?]
[Are you okay?]
[Are you hurt?]
[Did you get shot again?]
[I'm going to call Missing Persons or something!]
Namie sighed, then took a picture of the sleeping couple with the cell phone and attached it to the replying text message.
[Hey. Why don't you calm down and stop worrying, okay? Chill out. He's fine. And it doesn't look like your little friend will be getting up for awhile. And you're not the only one who's getting the short end of the stick through all of this okay? That other one is my boss. Why don't we just let them rest, honey. I'm sure they've had a long night.]